Today was Bug's third birthday. He was cute. Adorable, even. Took the arrival of the binky fairy and subsequent receipt of one Lightning McQueen cuddle pillow in stride. Loved his miniature Xbox controller. Had to wear his Cars-themed pajamas ALL DAY.
Wanting to prolong his special day just a bit longer, I took him into the grocery store with me while G waited in the van with the other evil children. I let him ride in the truck cart, where I push and he pretends to drive. On the gluten-free aisle (otherwise known as the source of nearly all prepared foods the boys can eat), he hopped out of the truck, grabbed two boxes of cereal bars conveniently placed on the bottom shelf, chucked them up and over the side of the cart, and hopped back in the truck.
A bit surprised, I asked (more to myself than to him) "What was that all about?"
Bug jumped out of the truck, looked at me with hands on hips and head cocked, proclaimed "I like dem!" and hopped right back in the truck.
Not able to argue with that rationale, especially on his birthday, we are the proud owners of two boxes of allergen-free cereal bars.
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